Showing results for "The Omen" in Romance

Keenan is the mistake Khloe knows she shouldn't make. As an incubus, he's got an inside track into everything that makes her tick, and even though she's immune to his supernatural (and frankly unfair) sex appeal, that doesn't stop her body - and her demon - craving him. If it were any other male she'd have worked it out of her system ages ago and moved on, but this time she's scared that if she ever gives in, she won't escape unscathed.

Saddle bronc rider Chance Cochran knows a bad omen when he sees one, and Libby Brennan isn't just a bad omen, she's the woman he was married to, five years ago, for all of 48 hours - before her father dragged her away and started divorce proceedings. It isn't by coincidence Libby Brennan shows up where Chance is celebrating the win that put him in the million-dollar cowboy class. Older and hopefully wiser, she's come to clear up a legal technicality as well as ask his forgiveness. Then maybe she can move on with her life.

Elizabeth Bennet did not have the luxury that Georgiana Darcy and Anne de Bourgh did of marrying without financial concerns. She decides she must accept William Collins's offer. Hidden feelings for Fitzwilliam Darcy, though, explode when she and Mr. Collins dine with Darcy at Rosings Park. Where Darcy realises his own feelings for Elizabeth, now Mrs. William Collins. When death comes to Rosings, Elizabeth and Darcy must come to terms with their feelings for each other. And she, too, must wonder if instead should could be happy with...George Wickham.

The one constant lesson in my life is to fight. Fight for survival, fight for my family, fight for those who can’t fight for themselves. What happens when family stops fighting for you? What do you do when they just give you away, handing you over to the devil himself? I guess this is where all that training takes hold. This is where the test begins. I was born and bred to win. There is no other option in my mind. Sometimes, though, you have to know when to stand and fight and when to lie low and bide your time. Lying low wasn’t easy, but in doing so, I found something else, something new.

What do you do when the Angel of Death asks you to steal from one of the most powerful covens in the world?You leave the celestial realm, give up your wings, and sneak into the coven's lair while they're all partying it up in New Orleans. Or, at least that was Maddox Calder's plan. Until a curse leaves him dazed - and in the path of an oncoming car. Hit by a curse after only half a glass of wine, Killian flees, but finds a handsome, broken man in the street, begging for help. Something about Maddox calls to him.

Growing up as part of one of the most ruthless families in the world was bad enough. Being blind is worse. Especially when my family sees it as a weakness and wants nothing more than to torture me for things I can't control. That's okay, though. I was getting away as fast and as far as I could. I just had to find a way out of my evil brother's clutches. When I hear a noise coming from a secret room, everything changes. After finding the door in the house I was born and raised in, and realizing just how sick and demented my brother is, I know my only option is to do my best to help.

Seit der Ermordung ihrer Familie vor sechzehn Jahren lebt die junge Wicca Valea Patel fernab ihrer Heimat Ardeal bei den Menschen. Nichts wünscht sie sich sehnlicher, als zurückzukehren und herauszufinden, was in der Nacht, in der ihr Leben brutal in Stücke gerissen wurde, vorgefallen ist. Doch erst als wieder eine Wicca ermordet wird, lässt ihr Großvater sie holen, denn Valea besitzt die seltene Gabe, Erinnerungen zu sehen - selbst die der Toten.

They call me crazy, psycho, insane. Like I care. The only people's opinions I actually give a rip about are my brothers. Hell, they know me better than anyone and there is no doubt I'm all those things and more. The difference is, they know that even if everything I do seems crazy, it's always for the good of my club and my family. I would do anything to protect my brothers, my club. That's all I ever needed, until I walk in on the most perfect sight out of my deepest darkest fantasies while out on a job. A little sprite of a thing cutting open some d-bag on her dining room table.

Dead folk are poppin' up like a whack-a-mole. It's my fault. Sort of. Who would have thought that helping a friend bring back a few folks he'd accidentally murdered could mean the end of the world? Here's what happened . . . when I raised a few folk, the veil between life and death was torn. Not a big deal. I mean, death sucks, you know? But the dead aren't coming back right. They're on a murderous rampage. And come to find out, there's an ancient god who wants to see it through . . .

An epidemic hits the country, and Brooklyn Harper is stolen from the life she knew. Implanted in a rural camp, Brooklyn and her friends are severed from their families and the outside world. Each day is filled with combat training to assure their safety against a mysterious virus and the creatures it creates - violent humanoids with black blood. Two years later, Brooklyn’s cabin-mate, Dawson Winters, finds a letter that shatters the illusion they’ve been living in. There is a world outside Camp Eleven, and the virus that supposedly destroyed their country seems non-existent.

I rescued her. In return, she captured my heart. Winter: I’m the North Side’s best potion dealer. Everyone in Chicago knows. What I’m not is a thief, but when a handsome dragon rescues me from a thirsty vampire’s clutches, what I want most is the one thing I can’t have. But I won’t let that stop me because our chemistry is enough to make my head spin and my heart swell. Kyle: I like to think I’m a good guy. Rescuing a beautiful stranger proves my theory and more, but there’s a problem.

The mission is simple. Find my target. Gut her like a fish. In and out, and I'm home free. That's the plan, until an intense glare catches my attention. A few drinks and some harmless flirting with a handsome stranger changes everything. My target is his fiancee and that spells trouble for me. Burn into this steamy dragon romance about a forbidden love, with HEA.

I'm Ria, 23 years old and living the glamorous life of my dreams, with the perfect fiancé, nice car, gorgeous house, and a job I love. Excuse the minor detail of the job I love being taking my clothes off. I had everything I wanted, when, suddenly, shit hit the fan, and the fantasy life I had built went up in flames.